Rachel Vincent is an American author best known for her Shifters series, a present-day urban fantasy series about a female werecat.
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.
At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.
I laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?" Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.
I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do. He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him.
Hey. " Her grin grew as she glanced from me to Nash, then back. "You're blocking the fridge. " "There's a cooler in the other room. " Nash nodded toward the main part of the house. Emma shrugged. "Yeah, but no one's making out in front of it.
Hang on, Pa, don't reach for yer shotgun just yet," I said, grinning over the protective streak I found funny, when there wasn't actually anything to shelterme from. "We were just circlin' the wagons, not having an orgy. " My dad suddenly looked like he might be sick. "Please don't ever say that word again. " "Wagons?
Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.
Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community. It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.
Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon. ” “So what happened?” I asked. “I punched him. ” For a moment, we stared at him in silence. “You punched the reaper?” I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. “Yeah. ” He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my father smile. “Broke his nose.
Hey. " Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.
I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.
She wasn't feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.
Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it. " "You'd be surprised how many people don't.
If this had ever happened before, it couldn't be happening now. That's what they mean by 'once in a lifetime'.
Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.
My shirt got torn in a fight. Yours evidently has a fast-release tab.
This isn’t happening to you, princess,” Sabine snapped before I could do more than shake my head. “This is happening to us. While you spent the past few months prancing around in ignorant bliss, we were all being possessed, or kidnapped, or stalked by this hellion. So dry your tears and take off the tiara, because this is a call to arms, not a pity party. You’re not going to find any sympathy here.
So. . . will you stay with me until it's over? Please?" "Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
Justice is for the victim. ” Kick. “Vengeance is for the survivor.